In a little white-&-green frame house in the Gardenville suburb of Buffalo live a tall, taciturn man, his wife Bertha, their four little daughters and one son, a mongrel terrier, a poodle and their litter of four. This family has no car, no radio, but plays the records of Sibelius incessantly on the phonograph. Last week tall, taciturn Charles Ephraim Burchfield went diffidently to Manhattan for an art exhibit. Every day his eldest daughter,11, began a letter to him, which the other four finished off with words and drawings. As simple and...
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